Her sudden answer took Noah aback. His eyes faltered as she avoided his gaze, falling to glance at the floor. He gripped the shaving kit’s case tighter as he tensed with a tinge of nervousness. The tone she used wasn’t the gentle, cheerful, and pure one she usually possessed. It was subtle, but the sternness was there, detectable since he knew her voice so well. Needless to say he took the warning, pushing unnecessary questions of her out of his mind. She wanted him to shave and so he would do that without fuss.
Her help was much appreciated. Even with her short stature, she was proving to be an extension of Noah’s own hands. The limping Kelvic followed her back into his bedroom and back to his wardrobe where she had placed the waterbasin atop. She was a little saint resting beside his dresser for him to begin his once usual routine.
Noah set the shaving kit on top of the dresser, unlatched it, and skimmed over the contents briefly. Once he settled that all his necessary tools were there he found his old, cracked mirror, a square piece of reflective glass, that he position between two of his baubles at an angle that allowed him to see himself. He recalled dropping the piece of glass a long time ago and not bothering to get a new one or to have it repaired. He didn’t even know if you could have mirrors repaired. It wasn’t as if it had a handle or anything to hold it by in the first place. It was simple, an extension of his identity.
Before he began, he glanced at Elann, noting the way her blue orbs danced with the sunlight. While she spoke he opened his jar of cream and poured a decent amount into the jar’s top then splashed the bottom part of his face with water. He adored Elann’s tales about her homeland. He tried to place her back there in his mind, imagine how she would behave in her natural element surrounded by ‘her people’, as she would say. Frequently she told tales that held lessons in them and they were always about her once-home. Noah figured it was because there were so many memories to draw upon, all the easier to speak of a lesson when one’s been through it themselves.
He wet his brush in the waterbasin then swirled it in the cream, coating the boar hair end with white. He made the same circular motions on his face when he applied the cream to his stubble, cheeks, chin, upper lip, jowls. He made sure he had a nice coat of it on before continuing. “Are you saying I’ve lost my way?” he asked of her. He knew it was true himself, but he needed another opinion, an affirmation. Who better to give that opinion that his best friend?
Noah opened up his straight razor with a quick flick of his wrist, examined the blades edge with a careful gaze before applying it to his stubble, gently pressing as the blade slid across his face. Constantly he glanced at the cracked square mirror, checking himself as he shaved. “Should I find my old self or will I become someone new?” he questioned her quizzically for he could not decide himself.
Her help was much appreciated. Even with her short stature, she was proving to be an extension of Noah’s own hands. The limping Kelvic followed her back into his bedroom and back to his wardrobe where she had placed the waterbasin atop. She was a little saint resting beside his dresser for him to begin his once usual routine.
Noah set the shaving kit on top of the dresser, unlatched it, and skimmed over the contents briefly. Once he settled that all his necessary tools were there he found his old, cracked mirror, a square piece of reflective glass, that he position between two of his baubles at an angle that allowed him to see himself. He recalled dropping the piece of glass a long time ago and not bothering to get a new one or to have it repaired. He didn’t even know if you could have mirrors repaired. It wasn’t as if it had a handle or anything to hold it by in the first place. It was simple, an extension of his identity.
Before he began, he glanced at Elann, noting the way her blue orbs danced with the sunlight. While she spoke he opened his jar of cream and poured a decent amount into the jar’s top then splashed the bottom part of his face with water. He adored Elann’s tales about her homeland. He tried to place her back there in his mind, imagine how she would behave in her natural element surrounded by ‘her people’, as she would say. Frequently she told tales that held lessons in them and they were always about her once-home. Noah figured it was because there were so many memories to draw upon, all the easier to speak of a lesson when one’s been through it themselves.
He wet his brush in the waterbasin then swirled it in the cream, coating the boar hair end with white. He made the same circular motions on his face when he applied the cream to his stubble, cheeks, chin, upper lip, jowls. He made sure he had a nice coat of it on before continuing. “Are you saying I’ve lost my way?” he asked of her. He knew it was true himself, but he needed another opinion, an affirmation. Who better to give that opinion that his best friend?
Noah opened up his straight razor with a quick flick of his wrist, examined the blades edge with a careful gaze before applying it to his stubble, gently pressing as the blade slid across his face. Constantly he glanced at the cracked square mirror, checking himself as he shaved. “Should I find my old self or will I become someone new?” he questioned her quizzically for he could not decide himself.
